Let’s cast a sweeping look across this Apple Isle and see in a valley, little known to the mainland, a garden gnarled like old man’s hands behind a crumbling house of red and ochre brick.

Eleanor smiled, knowing it was too dark for him to see it. “I am not out here by choice, having both faculties to think and the will to use them,” she said, coolly. “While I do not wish to meet these infamous replies, it is illogical to stand in one sp

We’re on the phone dead battery & I want this to last forever. The last thing I want to do is make decisions.